maybe, possibly

woke with tears
already brimming
obscuring the
sunrise as a storm
swept over and i
already fell apart
before managing
to turn off
the buzzing alarm

this vortex of
raw emotion cuts
a thousand spinning
blades across the
tender edge of
amother day in hell
spent feeling everything
too intensely while
calling out to
the emptiness for
a sign it will all
maybe, possibly
work out for once

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